Many portraits of pain are painted with poetry
But few words could claim to perfectly portray
The loss of the one thing at the centre of a solar system
The darkness leaves you bereft and you lament over the light that has left
Until your mind adapts to melancholy
Gravity goes next
Your solid grip on reality turns slick and starts to slip
The cold freezes your core and takes a lot more than tithe and time to thaw
You are now a hollow rock
With nothing to revolve around anymore
The stars will be alright
But the misery of the moon
Is as endless as the nights spent waiting
For the return of blissful days
Days when rivers of regret didn't drench your memories
And make you mull over every opportunity you missed
To look up and smile at the sun-kissed sky
Many portraits of pain are painted with poetry
But both God and my grandmother have shown me
That it is difficult to delineate the loss
Of the one thing at the centre of a solar system